Well gloriosity! I, my friends, have entered the quarter-century club. That's me to the right with my princely birthday-crown. Notice, if you will, the crows feet, the tell-tale signs of a lifetime of smiles, and the knowing wisdom of those penetrating eyes.
On Friday, the wife and I zipped up to Orlando to see Andy and Adam (meaning of Runner Bean fame, not The Flat), who were on vacation at some place that is apparently the happiest on Earth. Or so I'm told. We hung out Friday night, and then the wife and I checked into The Sheraton Safari hotel, which was approximately the coolest hotel on Earth. There was a big tank full of baby alligators in the lobby, and a 70-some foot long python waterslide, which we each slithered down about 30 times each on Saturday. If you do the math, you will calculate that we each climbed about 30 flights of rather tall stairs. We were exhausted. Later that night, we got chiminichangas and Cold Stone. What more could a boy ask for?
All in all, a very nice way to comemorate (sp?) my quarter-century mark.
sincerely, annually, and princely yours,
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